As we sped deeper into the shadows of the night, the scenery blurred into a streak of darkness outside the window. I sank back into the seat, the tension in my shoulders easing just a bit, and turned to face the vampire who seemed to be orchestrating this entire chaotic situation.
“Oh s**t. Where are my manners? I apologize. My name is Julian,” he declared, an oddly polite tone contrasting sharply with the circumstances.
I couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. “Wow. You actually go around announcing that to people?” I scoffed, disbelief dripping from my words.
He leaned back slightly, his expression unphased. “You’re under a bit of stress since you’ve been kidnapped. So I’ll let that slide,” he replied smoothly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. The absurdity of his nonchala
